Lily Rowan, 24, is a rising star in Hollywood. Known for her true-to-life portrayal of lead LGBTQ characters, she is the front facing actress who brings representation to the big screen and she makes a point to emphasize the importance of it. From her small appearances in Game of Thrones and Riverdale to major roles in Oceans 8, Teen Wolf, and her most recent portrayal as Power girl, aka Jessica Jones (movie, not tv show), in the Marvel cinematic universe, Lily is becoming one of the most desired young actresses in the industry. She captures all the young hearts of boys and girls alike and it helps that she generally plays the angsty misunderstood character finding her way through life, needing just a little love to fix.
It was the perfect formula for new and upcoming female stars. At least that's what Lily's management team strategized for her and it was working. Almost too well.
At the premiere party of the release of The Avengers: Endgame, Elizabeth Olsen finds herself with uncertain feelings towards the younger actress that she never thought she had, or could ever have, for a female co-star. She throws herself into her emotions and takes a leap at what could be something magical. Neither women knew what would happen because of it.
Author's Note: Inserting our character, Lily Rowan, into a bunch of real movies and TV shows that have little to no effect on our story. No insult, but high regards for the shows used in this story. Sets in 2019 and on.
Lost in a Reverie 18+ Only (Book 1 of Lastor Series) ['23/'24 EDIT]
68 parts Ongoing Mature
68 parts
Ongoing
Mature
Angel Lastor, maker of her own demise and a modern day femme fatale. As a descendant of one of the most powerful and wealthiest families in the world, she is understandably revered and envied by those who knows her name. As a casual outlaw infamous for the unrelenting force of her fury and wanton lust for violence and a needle to her vein, her name is synonymous to a shot gun housing a set of bullet shells held to your head. It goes without saying that the last thing a rule abiding, saintly, and almost-too-good-to-be-true man like Frederick Richardson would want was to attach himself to a shit stain like Angel Lastor. Unfortunately, we don't always get what we want, do we?